A Winter's Call to Arms

Upon a listless deep November morn,
My gaze is pulled to the West aflame.
Where Autumn flees, with its paint afoot,
And frost has come to its throne reclaim.

Bold unchained, thundering forth,
Its pillars puncture the horizon tall.
With swords unsheathed, and boisterous drums,
Winter bursts its clarion call.

Its armies summoned, now unleashed-
Clothed in satin garments fair,
Over the aching ground, relentless stride,
Until the fragile earth lay bare.

Blooming winter, admires proud,
From the hills of victory sweet;
Its battleground, left grey and white,
Where Fall bows humble in defeat.

Blossom's Breaking

Come to me my sweetest love,
All the world is weeping.
Come to me my dearest love,
Amidst the sorrow seeping.

Amiss, astray, the world has run-
An unkempt garden aching.
The greying sky, the sinking sun,
Begotton blooming blossoms breaking.

My love amidst the bedlam lies,
With dew and sorrow laden.
Beneath the crestless clouded sky,
In beauty grows this fairest maiden.

Come along, come along my love,
Upon midnight's frosted fields.
Scattered stars and lonesome song,
December's moonlight waking wields.

O fairest love, O lady sweet,
Let us flee this woeful weeping.
To where the sun's great goldem seat,
Cradles dreams for safest keeping.

The Waking East

You return from the distant West-
O hath the sun retraced its leap!
Waking Winter's frosted fields,
From their deep, and ancient sleep.

The aching tree's, with snow and sorrow laden,
Shift, and lift their arms an octave higher.
The horizon West, far and faint,
Turns to wax, set now afire.

Your eyes alive, blue and summer soaked,
Joyful sing to the land beguiled.
The fading night, crestless cold,
Melts to dawn, with colors warm and wild.

Rejoice, O waking East,
For our lady this day returns!
To the sparrow's song, soft and sweet,
Sing for whom the West now yearns.